*
the garden told me
it needs me
.
a poet to walk along
it to unlock
the unseen unheard
.
to feel home
while lost it needed
it told me
.
someone that will
walk it for
no reason at all
.
if not to be
it to breath along
.
Jun8
The Garden Told Me
Jun2
The Songs Of Butterflies
*
it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same
a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose
myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to
the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back
This poem, written in 2014, is from the collection California Notebooks 01, click on the title if interested in your own copy.
May23
La fretta di essere
*
impaziente arriva
la parola al mio cuore
la fretta di essere appuntata
sul bianco di fare una
differenza nel nulla
.
May18
Possibilities
*
tall piles of books
tall piles of paper
tall piles of drawings
tall piles of note taking
tall piles of poems scribbled
a few empty jars cleaned out
I live in my ideal city pushed
back in the corner I sit
each title a windows’
line each space
a possibility
.
May11
Recess
*
I now let the sun showering
over my head
filled with troubled thoughts
sleepless my night
tied up by uncertain feelings
I could not see
the light that sets me free
.
May9
Il volo
*
la vita come
scuola ci prepara
ad un altro mondo
ci accoglie prima
il nido poi il volo
.
Some Sundays posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry, feel free to enjoy them. On Tuesday post will be in English as usual.
May4
Such Silence
*
such lightness
silence lingers
I thrive under
silence falls on us
to help us on
telling what is you
have to be
silent to hear poetry
.
Apr27
Poems Come
*
when you honor
three layers of mountains
brown beige and purple
straight ahead of you
against a bright blue drape
not noticing the golf ball
poems come floating
the crystal breeze
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 written in Indian Wells, California.
Apr21
In The Middle
*
to find the way
to that hiding place
right inside me
and right in the middle
build a nest
where to cuddle where
to sing to rest
inside of me the eternal
.
.
Apr13
Heritage
*
silent are my dead
ancestors
silent are the graves
.
as the photos
mingles in brown tones
or gray hues
.
we gathered little
information
despite searching
,
but a powerful
emotional feeling
raising inward
.
.
.
Apr11
Aprile 2021 – Inedita
Sundays’ are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
siamo evanescenti
siamo temporanei
.
siamo sospensione
del fiato divino siamo
la pausa tra le parole
.
siamo il sacro steso
alla luce quotidiana
.
.
.
On Tuesday poems will be posted in English as usual.
Sì, il martedì le poesie saranno in inglese come sempre.
.
Apr6
A Soft Gliding
*
when poetry comes
as a soft gliding
over my feelings
searching to appease
me a gentle caress
.
.
Mar30
Chose To Love
*
cultivate love
not for one person
alone distinguish
like from love
choose to love
you will grow the
perfect climate
to rise in beauty
in good company
.
.
Mar23
March 23rd
*
as the day cast its light
in different corners
of my house
I roam
my garden
seeking for different
silent spots where to bloom
.
.
Mar16
To The End
*
we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs
jump for joy
the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out
slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars
he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender
.
© 2013
.
